MasukHe was usually as cold and distant as winter frost, yet seeing him now in such a vulnerable state left Amelia at a complete loss.Why had the untouchable, unapproachable man suddenly turned into a pitiful puppy?In that moment, Amelia realized that Lucas was a truly inexperienced man when it came to relationships. The longer she looked at his aggrieved expression, the more uneasy she felt.“I didn't mean it. Please believe me," Amelia hurried to explain, though deep down, she knew words could hardly clear things up.“You don't want to take responsibility for me?" Lucas pressed, seizing the moment, his reddened eyes shimmering with a pitiful plea.Amelia opened her mouth, but no words came. If he had remained cold and indifferent as he always did, she could have simply apologized and brushed the matter aside. Yet, the sorrow in his gaze tugged at her heartstrings, leaving her unable to utter a harsh syllable, she didn't even want to raise her tone.Lucas took in every flicker of her pan
Lucas felt a stab of bashfulness, as if his trick had been seen through. Like some shy teenager with his first crush, he was too mortified even to look her in the eye.“Slow down. You're going to choke yourself to death," Amelia said with a worried frown, her hand rubbing soothing circles on his back. "Can you breathe okay now?" she asked with concern.“Yeah, much better," Lucas managed to say, still staring at everything except her face.Looking at his bright red face and burning ears, Amelia figured the poor guy had really choked hard on that water. She had no idea it was actually embarrassment making him look like a tomato.She suggested, "Your wound is pretty badly infected, and you're obviously weak. There's no way you can take a proper shower, but I can give you a quick wash-up. It's just for tonight. You'll probably be back to normal tomorrow."She knew Lucas was a complete neat freak who probably showered twice a day.Going to bed dirty would drive him absolutely crazy. Since h
A wild urge tore through him, he wanted nothing more than to pull her in, hold her so tightly that their hearts would beat as one, as if only by erasing the space between them could he quiet the ache inside. If he could just keep her close, maybe they'd never have to let go, now or ever, in any lifetime.Their faces inched closer, each breath blending with the next, and just as their lips hovered at the brink of meeting, the door let out a shrill creak and swung open.“Hey, Amelia, Lucas, wait till you see the treats we grabbed for…” Viola’s sentence cut off as soon as she caught sight of the scene in front of her. The spark in her eyes betrayed her delight, her mouth fighting hard to hide the grin that threatened to break free.Emily, meanwhile, was frozen in place, her mouth slightly open, eyes wide in pure shock. Did they just kiss? If things had gotten this intense, heartbreak seemed almost inevitable for her brother.“Oops, didn't mean to interrupt, don't let us stop you!" Viola t
As Amelia strode into the emergency reception, all eyes turned to them. Patients stared openly, their gazes shifting in disbelief between her and the man in her arms.They were too stunned even to raise their phones for pictures. This woman's strength was extraordinary, almost unbelievable. Even a grown man would struggle to lift someone like Lucas, yet she carried him with ease. Her steps were light and steady, as though she bore nothing heavier than a bundle of cloth.“Doctor! Doctor! The patient has a severe wound infection, a high fever, and is losing consciousness!" Amelia called out, her voice edged with urgency.Doctors and nurses rushed forward at once, helping her transfer Lucas onto a gurney.Several hours later, Lucas had been moved to a VIP ward. His fever finally broke, though he still seemed to sleep on, his lips pale and drained of color. Thankfully, it wasn't some dreadful virus. Once the fever passed, he would be fine after waking.Amelia laid her hand on his forehead
Myron's eyes lingered on the scene, every detail hardening his suspicions like molten metal cooling into iron. For Lucas, who was famous for keeping every woman at arm's length, to allow such closeness and generosity, Amelia could only be the Sullivan family's hidden daughter. Even if she weren't, her ties to the Sullivan family were undeniable.In either case, she was not someone to cross.Amelia’s eyes shifted to Myron. "I find Alana quite capable. If she were promoted to jewelry store manager, I'm sure both this store's business and reputation would flourish."Having just respectfully returned the black card to Lucas, Alana froze, overwhelmed by Amelia’s words. She looked at Amelia with awe and disbelief. Had this distinguished customer truly suggested her name to the boss, for manager? It was beyond anything she could imagine.She knew all too well that her experience fell short of such a position, but the recognition filled her with gratitude. To be lifted by unexpected praise fro
“Mr. Sullivan, don't be fooled. They do not truly respect you, despite their words," Amelia said softly, with a deliberate hint of coyness in her voice. "What they parade as respect is nothing more than a painted mask. Beneath it lies dissatisfaction they dare not voice."Behind Amelia, Viola and Emily shared a knowing glance, stifling their laughter.Jaida's knees weakened, her complexion turning ashen. "Mr. Sullivan! That's not true. I never…”Jaida bit back her fury, her teeth grinding. How she longed to lash out at Amelia. That annoying vixen! Wasn't Lucas supposed to loathe women like her? Why was this woman not facing any consequences?“I am not dissatisfied! On the contrary, I am utterly convinced and full of admiration," Brad hastily said, his sweat dripping like rain.“Mr. Sullivan, I have always esteemed you with the highest regard, without a trace of complaint," Jett chimed in, though unease gnawed at his heart. Deep inside, dissatisfaction festered. Why was fate so cruelly
"Don't worry. They'll show up soon," Lucas said, his voice smooth and confident. He rose calmly from his seat at the elegant table.He strolled over to a more secluded, quiet corner of the expansive room, away from the other diners, and placed a call to the manager of Roka Restaurant.“Mr. Sullivan,
But Amelia didn't even flinch. She kicked him aside just as his hand started to rise, effortless, like brushing off a fly.“Ah!" Kole slammed into the ground with a thud, yelping in pain as his body twisted awkwardly.Cassie bolted toward him, panic all over her face. "Kole!" she shouted, her voice
Upset by Howard’s words, Martha spoke up. "Dad, must you be so harsh? Eve is your granddaughter! Why defend that woman over your own family?"Witnessing his daughter being scolded left Trevor burning with shame. Longstanding resentment toward Howard simmered inside him. His refusal to give him the r
Amelia barely spared him a glance. "Let's go take care of business," she said coolly to Desmond.“Yeah," Desmond replied, his tone flat. He cast one last icy look at Paul’s motionless body before turning to follow her out.After everything the Brown family had done to Amelia, Desmond felt not a shre







